She hands the brush back and says ow get my ass and winks at me. I should have known right than that she was a freak but I was 19 had been with 3 chic...s and was still learning new things with girlfriend. It's time for my lunch break and as im paying for my food Tia hands me a note and winks as I walk away. I sit down and start into much and open the note....I really enjoyed the way you tried to be respectful earlier and i also noticed and felt your cock up against my ass so i wanna know when i. Just the realization that she was pulling a train and now yet another man was taking her good and hard, going balls deep inside her, had Heather nearly out of mind with ecstasy by this point. Mrs. Lewis wasn't going to stop until she had enough and she wasn't nearly there yet. She wanted to, quite literally, milk this gang-bang for all she could take from it.For Byron, what could be said? Heather was the classic soccer mom in his book, and he loved sticking it to one of those. She was a real. We made a date for lunch a week later, the day after New Years, at a much nicer restaurant up-county. Actually the restaurant described itself as an inn, with a half dozen rooms upstairs, but that had not been the reason for my choice. Forgive my play on words, but I was on time and she was late. I remember it well.I had given her explicit directions from the place where she would be that morning. A quarter mile off the main road, and with not a very large sign at the turnoff, it would be easy. .well, okay, it's notthat you've never...this is an uncharted friendship unlike any otheryou've ever had, but it's not like that, you're not...although it wouldbe invalidating to be disqualified solely on that basis regardless,another stinging little slap from the world in which nobody understandsor shares your paradigm, another reminder of your one guaranteed pieceof inexorable solitude.Knowing her, though, you'd never know for certain, and that wouldprobably be the worst of it. For that.